Chloe’s POV
I stood right there, unable to move or make sense of what was happening before me. Although I have been trying to conceive for a while now, I never expected that it was my best friend, the one who always consoled me and encouraged me, who would do this to me. “Lyon, what did you just say?” I asked him like I had snoozed off the whole time and did not hear him when he brutally requested for a divorce. “You heard me, Chloe. I have tried, hoping that I would be able to keep up with you for much longer, but you are barren and there is no way that you will ever be useful to me.” He sneered at me, the cruelty in his eyes was slicing through my heart like a sword, I was feeling so crushed. These were the same people that I trusted most in the world and yet they stood before me with such news. “You can't do that to me, Lyon, I know that it is taking time for us, but we are going to pull through, this is just a phase in our marriage.” “A phase?” He scoffed in disgust. “Did you just listen to yourself speak, this is not a phase Chloe, you are meant to be lonely and wretched for the rest of your life, how many times do I need to say it for you to understand.” He yelled at me, his eyes brimming with anger and impatient like I was a plague he badly wanted to get rid of. It was so hard for me to believe that this was the same man who had once looked at me with nothing but love in his eyes. “Come on Chloe, how could you be so delusional to think that Lyon would go back to you especially after you couldn't give him what I gave him.” This time, Sherry's voice came through, there was not even a hint of remorse in those eyes, rather they were brimming with mockery as she bit her lips while staring at me disdainfully. “What you gave him, what are you talking about?” I swallowed my spit, this time, I was clutching onto my chest, my heart had become heavy with the mixture of fear and pain that was slowly overwhelming me. “Are you that dumb Chloe, that you can't see for yourself what is right before you.” Her hands trailed slowly to her stomach and she began to caress it, realization slowly began to overwhelm me that I was forced to drift backward, my eyes widened open in misery that was unfolding before me. “You are saying...” “Yes, you guessed right Chloe, Sherry is pregnant for me, she is carrying my child and there is no way that I would leave someone like her who has everything that I have ever wanted and wished for to be with someone like you.” “You are saying that Sherry is carrying your child, so this has been going on for a while, even all this while that you try to comfort me and assured me that I was going to get pregnant, you have been sleeping with my husband all this while!” I yelled at the top of my lungs with my teeth gritted in rage at this truth that was unfolding before me, I was a fool all this while for the two of them. “That is enough Chloe, I think that I have heard enough of you, you should sign the divorce paper, I would have told you that I am sorry for doing this, but I know it doesn't make any sense, so how about we just skip that part and you get right into signing the divorce!” As I stood there, watching them make a mockery of me, I could vividly recall how Lyon and I had started. At first, I was reluctant to marry him, but after seeing how much he treated me with so much care and compassion. Lyon was ready to go to the end of the world to get me just what I wanted, he made so many promises to me, and I was certain of a life forever with him. “So all this while Sherry, you have been jealous of my marriage and wanted to take my man away from me?” I snarled at her, even though I was hurting, I knew that I had to confront her. “Lyon was not meant to be yours in the first place, I met him first, he was supposed to be mine all this while and not to a baren wretched thing like you!” She cursed, that felt like I had reached the point where I could no longer endure it. “Don't you dare speak to me like that!” I threatened furiously, lifting my hand in an attempt to slam her, but Lyon stood before her and he shoved me to the wall. “I won't let you lay your filthy hands on Sherry, I think that I have had enough of you, you should leave right now.” Lyon's words pierced intensely into my heart, yet I forced the tears back, I grabbed the document and with the pen, I scribbled in my signature before looking at them one last time and as I did, a stream of tears rolled down my cheek. “Have a nice day!” I forced out the word even though I was choking on the pain as I hurried upstairs where I packed up all of my belongings and in a few minutes, I was done with all of that. Although it was dark outside yet, it did not matter to me, as long as I could get away from there and all of the pains attached to it. But I had forgotten one thing there while I was in a hurry to leave, that was my cell phone. And did not realize that as soon as I left, a text came through, it was a text that was meant to change my life, something that I had been badly craving for a long time yet I wasn't there to receive it. To be continued!Richard's POVI had always known that power attracted chaos, but I never expected it to wear such a beautiful face. Chloe. My wife. My enigma. The woman who walked into my world with quiet storms in her eyes and left me questioning every rule I’d lived by.She had returned to her hometown like a queen reclaiming her throne, and for a while, it felt like I was the crown she wore proudly. But now, everything was shifting again. And I was starting to question if I was the king or just another pawn in her chess game.This morning, the air felt too quiet.She was still asleep when I left the bed. Her hair spilled across the pillow like dark ink, her back bare and vulnerable beneath the silk sheets. There was something fragile about her in those moments; something that made me feel protective… and slightly afraid. Because fragility often comes wrapped in secrets.I had a board meeting at 10. The numbers were solid, the expansions were ahead of schedule, but I wasn’t at peace. Not since I sa
Chloe’s POVThere’s something deeply ironic about the fact that even with all this wealth surrounding me:Richard’s luxury cars, the marble floors beneath my feet, the glistening chandeliers casting diamonds of light on the walls, I still feel cold.Not the kind of cold that a silk robe or another glass of red wine could fix.No. This cold stems from somewhere deeper, somewhere darker. It’s the ache of returning to a place that once felt like home only to find that the ghosts are still waiting, sitting patiently in every corner like loyal dogs.And today, I met one of them in the flesh.Sherry.I hadn’t planned to see her. Certainly not at the salon. But fate is cruel, had other plans. I came in for a simple wash and style. I just wanted to feel normal again, like the woman I was before Lyon, before betrayal, before Richard’s world of power and manipulation swallowed me whole.But then, as the stylist brushed through my hair, the air shifted.I didn’t need to turn around. I knew her pe
Richard’s POVI sat alone in my office, the kind of alone that echoes not from the absence of people, but the weight of thoughts. The late afternoon sun had started dipping behind the skyscrapers, bleeding orange and gold across the glass windows, but I saw none of it. My gaze was fixed on the photo frame Chloe had placed on my desk weeks ago, a candid shot of the two of us on our honeymoon in Capri. Her eyes sparkled like they held the whole ocean, and her smile… God, that smile. Back then, I believed I had finally found peace, a soft landing after years of ruthless ambition and calculated living. But now… peace felt like a distant memory.She’d changed.No, not on the surface, she was still effortlessly elegant, still walked like she knew the world owed her reverence. But beneath the velvet exterior, there was something steely, determined. That look in her eyes when she stepped into the boardroom for the first time as Mrs. Richard White. it wasn’t just pride. It was conquest. A qui
Chloe’s POVThe scent of fresh roses and bergamot lingered in the air as I stepped into the dimly lit master bathroom of our penthouse. My heels clicked softly against the marble floor, echoing with the kind of luxury that used to feel foreign to me. Now, it was part of my new skin.But beneath the surface, beneath the diamonds, the silk robes, the name Mrs. White; there was a storm, thick and simmering, and no amount of lavender oil could calm it.Lyon.He was haunting me. Not with words. Not with pleas. But with silence that dug deep into my bones. Silence that followed our unexpected encounters like a ghost I couldn’t shake off.It wasn’t just about him anymore.It was about me.About what I needed to become to survive.I applied a touch of crimson lipstick, bold, commanding, a shade he once told me was “too aggressive” for my soft features. I smiled at the mirror, slow and cold. Let him see me now.My phone buzzed. A message from Richard:"Board meeting rescheduled. Dinner tonigh
Lyon’s POV The office was too quiet. My fingers hovered above the keyboard of my laptop, but not a single key was pressed. I stared blankly at the screen, the spreadsheet in front of me blurring into a mass of numbers I couldn't make sense of. Not when Chloe’s voice still echoed in my head. Not when her eyes those cold, commanding eyes had reduced me to a memory, a faded photograph buried under time and regret. What was I even doing anymore? She looked… powerful. Different. Like a woman who had lived through hell and come out dressed in armor made of grace and ice. And for the first time in years, I couldn’t predict her next move. She wasn’t the Chloe I once knew the soft-spoken girl with dreams and loyalty stitched into her every word. This woman… this version of her was steel. And God help me, it excited me and terrified me in the same breath. I slammed the laptop shut and stood up abruptly, running my hand through my hair. The strands felt wet was I sweating? Shit. I hadn
Lyon’s POV If I could be in a dream were the hunter became the haunted. Then I may never wake up from it. Someone should tell me why I'm thinking about Chloe all day? I sat at my desk, but I couldn’t work. Couldn’t even type a single sentence without Chloe’s face flashing before me; her eyes cold, unreadable, wrapped in that fine layer of success and elegance she now wore like armor. The woman I once called my own had returned, not as the girl I left behind, but as a ghost with fire in her eyes and a crown on her head. And I… I was no longer the man I used to be. I was broken. My office felt suffocating. The sleek glass walls once made me feel invincible, now they were mirrors, reminding me of what I had become. A man ruled by lust, swayed by temporary pleasures, who gave up gold for glitter. I glanced at my wedding band, the one Sherry insisted I wear even at home, as if it could tether me to a love that was never whole. I remembered Chloe’s face when she walked into the boardroom